The Burning Wire

it for months.”
    “Galt taught you the Algonquin computer controls?”
    “No, that was Cavanaugh. He got me the pass codes to the system.”
    “Ah, sure.”
    Logan said, “But I also took a course in SCADA and the Algonquin system in particular.”
    “Of course, you would have.”
    Logan continued, “I was surprised how fascinated I’ve become. I always belittled electricity.”
    “Because of your watchmaking?”
    “Exactly. A battery and a mass-produced chip can equal the capability of the finest handmade watches.”
    Rhyme nodded with understanding. “Electricalclocks seemed cheap to you. Somehow using battery power lessened the beauty of a watch. Lessened the art.”
    Logan felt excitement coursing through him. To engage in a conversation like this was enthralling; there were so few people who were his equal. And the criminalist actually knew what he was feeling! “Yes, yes, exactly. But then, working on this job, my opinion changed. Why is a watch that tells time by an oscillator regulated by a quartz crystal any less astonishing than one run by gears and levers and springs? In the end, it all comes down to physics. As a man of science, you’d appreciate that. . . . Oh, and complications? You know what complications are.”
    Rhyme said, “All the bells and whistles they build into watches. The date, the phases of the moon, the equinox, chimes.”
    Logan was surprised. Rhyme added, “Oh, I’ve studied watchmaking too.”
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    “Electronic watches duplicate all of those functions and a hundred more. The Timex Data Link. You know it?”
    “No,” Rhyme said.
    “They’re classics now—wristwatches that link to your computer. Telling the time is only one of a hundred things they can do. Astronauts have worn them to the moon.”
    Another look at the computer screen. No one was approaching the town house.
    “And all this change, this modernity doesn’t bother you?” Rhyme asked.
    “No, it simply proves how integrated in our lives is the subject of time. We forget that the watchmakers were the Silicon Valley innovators of theirday. Why, look at this project. What an impressive weapon—electricity. I shut down the entire city for a few days, thanks just to electricity. It’s part of our nature now, part of our being. We couldn’t live without it. . . . Times change. We have to change too. Whatever the risks. Whatever we have to leave behind.”
    Rhyme said, “I have a favor.”
    “I’ve adjusted the circuit breakers in your service panel. They’ll carry three times the load. It’ll be fast. You won’t feel anything.”
    “I never feel very much in any event,” Rhyme said.
    “I . . .” Logan felt as if he had committed a shameful faux pas. “I apologize. I wasn’t thinking.”
    A demurring nod. “What I’m asking has to do with Amelia.”
    “Sachs?”
    “There’s no reason to go after her.”
    Logan had considered this and he now told Rhyme his conclusion. “No, I have no intention to. She’ll have the drive to find me. The tenacity. But she’s no match for me. She’ll be safe.”
    And now Rhyme’s smile was faint. “Thank you . . . I was going to say, Richard. You are Richard Logan, right? Or is that fake?”
    “That’s my real name.” Logan glanced at the screen again. The sidewalk outside was empty. No police. None of Rhyme’s associates returning. He and the criminalist were completely alone. It was time. “You’re remarkably calm.”
    Rhyme replied, “Why shouldn’t I be? I’ve been living on borrowed time for years. Every day it’s a bit of surprise when I wake up.”
    Logan dug into his gear bag and tossed another coil of wire, containing Randall Jessen’s fingerprints,onto the floor. He then opened a baggie and upended it, letting some of Randall’s hairs flutter to the ground nearby. He used one of the brother’s shoes to leave an impression in the spilled water. Then he planted more of Andi Jessen’s blond hairs, along with some fibers from one of her suits, which he’d gotten from her closet at work.
    He looked up and checked the electrical connections again. Why was he hesitating? Perhaps it was that Rhyme’s death represented for him the end of an era. Killing the criminalist would be a vast relief. But it would also be a loss he’d feel forever. He supposed what he was experiencing now was what one felt making the decision to take a loved one off life support.
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    He slipped the remote